The climax came one night during the tahajjud prayer (night vigil). As he prostrated, the words of al-Bakkāʾī surfaced from memory: "The effusion is not a thing you see. It is the seeing itself." In that instant, the boundary between Suleiman and the act of prostration dissolved. There was no Suleiman prostrating to God. There was only prostration. Only effusion. Only rabbāniyya .
I understand you're looking for a story related to the book Al-Fuyuḍāt al-Rabbāniyya (الفيوضات الربانية) — a famous Sufi work by Shaykh Ahmad ibn Muhammad al-Tayyib al-Bakkāʾī al-Kuntī (d. 1824 CE), a prominent scholar of the Qadiriya Sufi order in West Africa. The title translates roughly to "The Lordly Effusions" or "Divine Emanations."
He remained in sajdah until dawn.
Since I cannot directly provide a PDF (copyright and distribution restrictions apply for scanned manuscripts or modern editions), I will instead give you a inspired by the teachings and spiritual atmosphere of this book — a tale of a seeker who encounters its transformative power. The Seeker and the Effusion In the ancient Saharan trading city of Timbuktu, long after the great caravans had dwindled, there lived a young scholar named Suleiman. He had memorized a thousand legal rulings and debated the finest minds of the Sankore University. Yet his heart felt like a dry well — correct in its construction, but without a single drop of living water.
That night, Suleiman could not sleep. He sat on the roof of his family compound, watching the stars wheel over the Niger River. For the first time, he did not try to categorize the stars by their names or astrological meanings. He simply let them be signs of something beyond signs. A single verse from the Qur'an (24:35) echoed in him: "Allah is the Light of the heavens and the earth." But now the light felt not like a metaphor — but like a current entering his very bones.
One day, an elderly blind faqir arrived in the city. He carried nothing but a worn leather satchel. From it, he took a single manuscript: Al-Fuyuḍāt al-Rabbāniyya by al-Bakkāʾī al-Kuntī. The old man said, "This book does not teach you about God. It teaches you how to be dissolved in His effusions."
The old man said: "The Lordly effusion never ceases. It is not something you earn. It is something you stop blocking."